jederick wrote:
You really capture the essence of fall beauty with this gorgeous series!! Many thanks for sharing!!
I appreciate the thumbs up, jederick--thanks so much for the nice comment!
Love your images. Thanks for posting.
Another excellent fall set, Diane!
dmeyer wrote:
That was an interesting view of the countryside. At least the round metal silo is still standing. But I see what you mean about all the rural character missing without the old wooden structures. Looks more commercial now.
When Grandma sold the farm, it went to a guy who owned a big commercial farming and ranching company spread over several states. The first people he moved in to work the farm were a young refugee couple from the then East Germany.
If you look to the intersection on the left you will see no farm house or old barns either. That farm on that side of the road was a family owned dairy farm - their daughter was a year ahead of me in high school and part of my circle of friends. And the large pond, her Dad kept stocked with fish (large mouth bass, crappie and blue gills) and it was one of our favorite fishing spots among the kids in the area. He encouraged us to bring a gun and kill the water moccasins in the pond because he once had a heck of a vet bill when one of his prize milk cows got bitten as it waded in the shallows for a drink on a hot day. Once standing on a large dead limb out in the pond while casting for bass, a moccasin crawled up on the log only about two feet from me. I did a quick draw with my .22 pump pellet pistol (it would blow holes through a tin can) and hit it right in the head. If I had time to think and try to aim, I probably would have missed. The turtles in the pond enjoyed their fresh snake snack.
And on that side in the other direction you see a dirt road going into a section of woods. We used to hunt squirrels there, and right by the road was a house with large chicken sheds and fenced area that was owned by the neighborhood carpenter. He would do anything, including complete buildings, but specialized in kitchens, closets, pantries and cabinets etc. He did my Grandmother's kitchen in beautiful stained wood. Before he and his wife lived there it was the one room school house for the area and before that a farm house going back to the just before the Civil War.
sippyjug104 wrote:
Very well-taken series.
I appreciate that, Herman--thank you!
ABQMikee wrote:
Love your images. Thanks for posting.
Happy to have you drop in for a closer look, Mikee--glad you liked the autumn scenes.
J-SPEIGHT wrote:
Beautiful set.
Thank you, Jack. The Blue Ridge Parkway is a beautiful stretch between Spruce Pine and Blowing Rock. I really need to get up there more often with it so close to home.
UTMike wrote:
Another excellent fall set, Diane!
Glad you liked the scenery in my neck of the woods, Mike!
robertjerl wrote:
When Grandma sold the farm, it went to a guy who owned a big commercial farming and ranching company spread over several states. The first people he moved in to work the farm were a young refugee couple from the then East Germany.
If you look to the intersection on the left you will see no farm house or old barns either. That farm on that side of the road was a family owned dairy farm - their daughter was a year ahead of me in high school and part of my circle of friends. And the large pond, her Dad kept stocked with fish (large mouth bass, crappie and blue gills) and it was one of our favorite fishing spots among the kids in the area. He encouraged us to bring a gun and kill the water moccasins in the pond because he once had a heck of a vet bill when one of his prize milk cows got bitten as it waded in the shallows for a drink on a hot day. Once standing on a large dead limb out in the pond while casting for bass, a moccasin crawled up on the log only about two feet from me. I did a quick draw with my .22 pump pellet pistol (it would blow holes through a tin can) and hit it right in the head. If I had time to think and try to aim, I probably would have missed. The turtles in the pond enjoyed their fresh snake snack.
And on that side in the other direction you see a dirt road going into a section of woods. We used to hunt squirrels there, and right by the road was a house with large chicken sheds and fenced area that was owned by the neighborhood carpenter. He would do anything, including complete buildings, but specialized in kitchens, closets, pantries and cabinets etc. He did my Grandmother's kitchen in beautiful stained wood. Before he and his wife lived there it was the one room school house for the area and before that a farm house going back to the just before the Civil War.
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I can just see you fishing the pond with a rod in one hand and your gun in the other! When I was about 8 yrs. old, my family moved to NC from Miami. We were animal crazy and acquired everything possible--ducks, rabbits, pigeons, horses, plus our domestic menagerie. We had a big pond for the ducks and I loved hanging out at the pond and feeder stream, turning over rocks looking for crawdads and salamanders. I always checked the duck nests and one time found a huge bullfrog coming out of the water onto land with a duckling leg in its mouth. As an adult, my brother-in-law said that couldn't happen, but that's what I saw. I stalked that frog for several days after until I finally landed a boulder on it. No frog was going to mess with my ducks! (It would be a few more years before my dad taught me how to shoot with a .22 caliber bolt-action rifle.) I loved being a kid in the 50's.
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